Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is feverish and delusional.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A scroll of Huizinga's Magic Circle
A stale green fruit loop
A MegaElixir
A slice of the trunk of Prometheus, the formerly oldest living organism
A cat clock, keeping rhythm to an unknown timescape
A Devil on your shoulder
A key from the Hotel California, smelling faintly of colitas
A pair of seven-league boots
A periscope
A Mona Lisa

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